Part 1 of 2
You’re mean. Flash. You’re so mean, you’re so rude. Flash. I don’t wanna be with you. Flash.
The incessant tears, the earsplitting howls, the childish stubbornness – memories from last night flooded vaguely back into Deena’s head. As she tried waking up to the bright sunny day, it took a valiant effort on her part in the phase where she had to open her eyes. The daylight seemed much too bright and burned her eyes the moment she tried opening them. After what seemed like an eternity, her eyes helped her out. Deena’s head throbbed; it felt as though she was being knocked on the veins with a hammer second after second. She sat up on the bed and her sense of balance departed her; Deena swayed before she could clutch onto the bed spread for support. As she gained control, she closed her eyes and opened them again.
Sitting in front of Deena on the two-seater sofa, fiddling with his phone was Kelly. Kalyan whom she was so besotted with, her Kalyan who could laugh with Deena and make her laugh for no reason, the Kalyan for whom Deena had discovered profound and unconditional love, the very same Kalyan whom Deena had privately rechristened Kelly for the sole reason of making his appeal sound outwardly sexier.
This morning as Deena woke up Kelly didn’t even spare her a glance. Deena knew this was no ordinary day, for their typically usual days were those where Kelly would greet her mornings by squeezing her much so that she would gasp for air, he would plant a kiss with much force to the point that would leave his teeth (or sometimes just red) marks on Deena’s cheeks. Nonetheless the wiser, Deena knew today would be different. As she kept staring at Kelly with eyes that begged him to look, merely glance, at her just once, Deena recounted the incidents of the previous night.
Although the memories were faint, Deena recalled the two of them having the perfect (oh yes, it indeed was ‘the perfect’, Deena thought to herself) dinner by the serene beach – an ASEAN-inspired cuisine complemented with a bottle of red wine. Deena recollected laughing limitlessly like a child while Kelly froze those moments behind the photographic lenses. She also recalled playing at the beach immersing her feet in the gentle lapping waves losing control, just like an infant would while crawling, and sitting with a soft thud wetting her dress. Some distance away, Deena also recalled hearing cheers and claps encouraging her to go on about her thudding again. At that distance, she could faintly make out they were two old men sitting by the pub enjoying their drinks, while she served as their ‘entertainer’. Her eyes lighting up, Deena told Kelly of the urge to meet the two guys and acknowledge their friendliness in this unfamiliar ASEAN land. Kelly was much too happy to oblige. As he cleared the dinner cheque, Deena waddled towards the pub.
The two men who turned out to be natives of Greater Britain greeted Deena with much gusto and soon the trio was joined by Kelly. Deena’s lurid laughter buzzed like a contagious infection around the pub while she downed five shots dedicated to K.E.L.L.Y. The evening was turning out to be by-far one of the best ones for the two of them; the company of the two youthful oldies proving to be as good as the cherry on top. As the evening was approaching its closure, tables turned. Kelly could not have anticipated the intensities of devastation it could strike, especially when he had so carefully planned this evening.
Deena began wailing as Kelly voiced out loud it was time to go home. Deena was in no mood to leave; she was having way too much fun to call it a day this quick. Kelly, on the other hand, was starting to get worried about Deena and more so, as he had to ride back on a two-wheeler while ensuring her safety. The company of the two elders abandoned, Deena walked out of the pub bawling and howling. Kelly wordlessly cleared the cheque at the pub and ran behind Deena. He saw her sitting at the footsteps of the pub still crying loudly enough to wake up the entire street. Asking her to wait there, Kelly ran towards the parking to get his bike. When he came back, Deena was nowhere to be found. He asked the bartender at the pub who pointed at the direction in which Deena had proceeded. Racing the bike onwards, Kelly found Deena outside one of the shops that had closed for the day. He asked her to get on the bike and hold him tight. Deena was absolutely in her own world to oblige.
To be continued…